Quick explanation as to the M rating, as this chapter has nothing that qualifies as 'M'. Later there will be explicit gore, violence, dark themes, and potential sexual themes. Also, if you follow my other story, Three Men One Goal, you may be wondering why I stopped working on that. To answer your question, I haven't. I'm working on some cool ideas for it, but to get them to be good and all is taking a bit. I started this because I was bored today and noticed that there is about one decent overwatch/tf2 crossover fanfiction, and as a huge fan of TF2 and a mild fan of Overwatch, I felt it my duty to pick up the collective slack of the fandoms. You're welcome.
Winston looked around at the various tools and bits of machinery littered around his home after the break in. He groaned, knowing that it would take a while for it to be cleaned up. The break in had been his snapping point. He had recalled Overwatch. Of course, their work would need to be kept secret if they were to avoid prosecution from the U.N, but if it meant saving the world, it would be worth it.
Tracer was not in the mood to be responsible for the death of Tekhartha Mondatta. Well, not completely responsible, but at least somewhat so. Some of her friends had referred to him as 'Robot Ghandi', but she thought his philosophies were great and she looked up to him. Not to mention that her day was pretty crappy without that event. Her philosophy on taxes (Ignore them and they'll go away) had finally caught up to her, and she had to cough up three years worth of income tax that morning. Amidst her moaning about his death, she almost failed to notice that she got an email on the old Overwatch system. She took a closer look, and saw that it was a total recall from Winston. For the first time since that morning, a small grin appeared on her face.
About a week later, every member of Overwatch that was still alive and willing to serve was together. Even some new members had been recruited, including a mech pilot who went by the name D. Va, and refused to tell anyone her real name for fear of 'paparazzi finding her at last' and Phara, who had known most of the older members ever since she was a kid because of her mother's role in Overwatch. Winston looked around at everyone, a small smile on his face. "Alright everyone. It appears that you got my message for a total recall. Many things have been happening in the world but when my own home was attacked by terrorists at the same time as many other attacks around the world, I felt that it was time that we step in and fix the issue. Namely, Talon. They are attempting to destabilize the peace that we worked so hard to achieve all those years ago, and we cannot let them do that. We must mobilize immediately to stop this threat before the world becomes endangered!" there were cheers from the group, although many had looks of worry on their faces. "First thing's first, however." Continued Winston "in the week that it took for us all to congregate, something has come up. A man by the name of Andrew Anderson was found half dead on a mountain path in Germany. When he regained consciousness, the doctors asked him why most of his body was full of lead. His response was disturbing at best." There were furtive glances between people as he continued. "He was attacked by a Bastion unit." There were gasps all over the room. "Apparently, however, it only attacked after Andrew made a loud noise, which makes me think that we may be able to find this rogue Bastion and be able to make contact with it to be able to have it help us. If we ould have a Bastion on our side… this was on Talon will be much shorter and easier." He looked around, expecting cheers, but everyone simply looked uneasy about the whole ordeal. He sighed. "Well, I'll give you time to think about it. We will have to move out soon, though, or risk the U.N sending their own people. And we all know what would happen if they got their first. That Bastion would be no more." A few people nodded, but others acted as though this were a perfectly good way to handle the situation. "In the meantime, though, go ahead and make this place your home. After all, for some of you it was once." Said Winston, looking up at the faded Overwatch insignia imprinted on the roof.
Two days had passed since Winston made his grand flop of a speech in front of Overwatch, and Tracer felt that it was pretty much just Zenyatta, Mercy, Jack, (though Tracer felt stupid for calling her that) and herself felt any real need to save the thing's life. So, when Winston said that they were moving out to Germany to attempt a rescue, it was only the five of them that volunteered, as Winston had to stay behind for continued organization. They all got on a battered old Chinook helicopter from the late nineties and flew to Germany. The trip was not exactly what you'd call enjoyable; it lasted about ten hours and was loud as hell, but they finally got to the last place the Bastion was spotted. They landed and started searching around, using the scanner's on 's mech to try and locate it, while Zenyatta sent out… thoughts? Regardless of whatever they tried, however, they couldn't find the damn thing. So after a few hours, they split up and started searching various areas. Tracer was looking at some old looking ruins that had numerous bullet holes when Jack called her on the comm channel "Hey guys. Come over to me. I didn't find the unit but… damn. Just get over hear." And with that ominous message, Tracer set off towards Jack at a sprint.
When by the time she got there, everyone else was already looking at what Jack had found. A large metal structure was in the middle of a clearing, and the trees around it were all toppled over sideways, facing outward. The structure was a dark metallic grey, and seemed as though it were brand new. It had that shiny factory new sheen, and even had the logo of whatever corporation made it, though it wasn't one Tracer recognized. The logo was a large circle with a line coming down, and a smaller line about half as long at a ninety degree angle to the right, connected to a smaller circle. "Anyone know what this is?" asked Tracer. Zenyatta come over to look at it. When he touched the structure, it buzzed slightly, and then opened, revealing a dark vortex, completely and utterly black. The buzzing grew more intense, and everything started to gravitate towards the vortex. Leaves started rushing into it, then rocks, then even Tracer and the others felt it's pull. The buzzing became a roar as the trees started swaying towards it, and Tracer started moving towards it. She grabbed a heavy rock and held on for dear life as the pull got stronger. Then Zenyatta fell into it, then Jack, and and Mercy. Tracer tried to blink away, but when she did, she was closer. She tried again, a last desperate attempt for survival, and ended up a few inches away. Her eyes widened as she was sucked into the vortex, and she felt a crushing feeling like a thousand trucks on her chest before she fell unconscious.
Back in the forest, the vortex in ther structure stopped sucking things toward it. The structure closed, and then four engines folded out from its sides, and it flew into the air before anyone else could find it.